It had been about a month since we 'd had any time to pass together. You were out on concern slip, and I was swamped at oeuvre and pulling too many extra time displacement. Having the place to myself was overnice, but I was wearing lean. I was missing your companionship and being around you, but I was also missing your touch. This was the end of your final stage tripper for a few calendar month, and you had told me you were tired also. We were involved and in love, and our jobs had kept us from disbursal clock time with each other. It was savage and exhausting, but work was finally calming down, and you were coming home tonight.

You had an afternoon flight, and I was supposed to pick you up at the airport around 6:30. traffic was approximate and your for the first time flight was delayed, so you did n't make it into the drome until about 8. I waited at the throng, and knew we both were tired, but I could n't wait to see you again. It had been too long, and I was ready to have you back for myself, if only for a little spell. After waiting for an extra hour and a half, your flight finally landed. I waited just past security measure, early waiting to see your shape through the slew of people coming home. I kept searching, and finally, I saw you. Your hair was tied in a bun, and you were wearing a gray business suit. I could tell you were tired, but you still manged a smile when you spotted me. I ca n't severalise you how respectable that felt. It warmed my soul like hot cocoa on a wintertime 's day. You cleared security, and we finally got to sense each other 's bosom. We kissed momentarily, and it felt neat to have got you in my arms. God how I missed you. We stopped by the baggage call to get your luggage, and while we were waiting, I caught a couple incline glance. The way you had your hair up in a bun was cute to me. Sir Thomas More than that, the black top you were wearing under your suit jacket was showing off your gorgeous cleavage. As if I had n't missed you enough, my desire went to flat out needing. I needed to get that causa off you. I needed to feel your body against mine. I needed to get inside you again.

It was a cold and showery night, and once we got back to the car, it took a spell just to clear the airport. We talked about how our workweek had been, and complained about our co-worker and the hurting of turning a paycheck. It felt so safe just to hear your voice again in person. Neither of us had dinner yet, so we decided to block off at the Italian seat around the quoin from our apartment for dinner. I mean let 's face it - neither one of us was cooking tonight. As we sat and talked over dinner, I got to really look at you again. Even through the debilitation, I wanted you. I loved seeing your cleavage, and I definitely noticed your ass in those drop-off when we were walking out from the car. It got my head thinking of all the dirty things I wanted to do with you. I was thrilled when you flirted back with me at dinner, and I could see the way you were looking at me when I got up to go to the bathroom. It was n't just a causal expression. It 's the smell I 'd seen numerous metre before from you. The look that said you wanted the same matter that I did.

I paid the check and we headed plate. As we parked and got your traveling bag from the trunk, the rain started to pick up. It had been rainy the past few Night. Tonight was supposed to be the worst of them. I did n't give a screw. It was a Friday Night. We both had the weekend off. You would n't be traveling again for at least a calendar month. And near importantly, you were home. I grabbed your bags and we hurried inside. After putting a consignment of laundry in the wash and you getting showered, we headed to bed. Both of us were tired, but not that tired ... yet.

I was wearing my underwear to bed, a pair of white packer breifs. You had on a satin, purple top, and sexy black pantie. It 's not that you meant for them to be sexy. They just look that way on you. We turned off the lighter, and I wrapped my arms around you. I pushed into me a fiddling, then moved my hands to cup your breasts. The smell of your body wash on you after your shower was intoxicating. Here we were in the wickedness. I finally had you back in my arms. Alone in the dark, on a moth-eaten rainy night. Your boob felt soft and full in my hands, the way they always have. I could find your mammilla through your top. I could n't help myself anymore. I needed you. I gently reached up and sweep your hair from the side and backbone of your neck so that your neck was exposed. I pulled you a picayune tighter and started to gently buss you. First your ears. Then your neck opening. Then I started working on the spinal column of your neck. It was dirty of me, because I know that 's your sensitive spot. As I kissed, I felt you arise your school principal up, obvoulsy enjoying it. After a minute of kissing you, I gently felt your hired hand reach back towards my short circuit. Your hand slid against my belly, down past the elastic waistband, and your hand wrapped around my shaft. I felt your ass press against me as you started to revolve on your back in my counseling. I kept kissing your smooth, silky neck as you got onto your back, still stroking me. Your clasp tightened around my pecker, and I could already feel myself growing toilsome in your hands. You kept rolling over until we were face to face. Now we were making out. mouth locked together, natural language twisting softly around one another, flaccid and wet. The pelting poured outside as you reached your other hired man into my boxers, cupping my fully musket ball in your other hand.

We continued to create out as my prick came to biography in your hands. I climbed on top of you as you slid my short down around my ass. As we kissed, I slowly slid my hands around your shoulders, feeling your bender and caressing your shoulder blades, then snuck my fingers around the straps of your top. I had to get at your breasts. I loved them. I love the shape of your boob. They 're big without being oversized. Your pap are the stark shade, and I love every probability I get to suck on them. As your tit emerged from your silken top, I moved from kissing your mouthpiece to wrapping my mouth on your tits. I paused for a minute to work up some saliva. Then I put the tip of my glossa to play, softly swirling around your right nipple. I kept licking and sucking, feeling your teat grow unvoiced under my tongue. Without being coached, I knew it was clip to act upon on your left one. Slowly, deliberately, I took your left breast into my mouth, tasting you and feeling you under my skilled natural language. Rolling in figure Eight, I reveled in being so close to you once again. As I sucked on you, I caressed your belly, feeling your breathing excellerate. I could find your back arch, which told me I was doing my job right. I wanted to please you. You are my woman, and I want to make you feel good. More than that, I had missed your feel. I wanted to constitute you cum. Hard.

I worked my mouth down to your belly, kissing and licking along the way. My left hand held your ass, also full in my hands. I loved your ass, and always looked forward to the nights you wanted anal. Very quietely, I was hoping this was one of those nights. As I gripped your ass, I moved my correctly hand down between your legs, feeling you through your aphrodisiacal shameful scanty. They were soften. I could sense your wetness, and was almost ready to bury myself inside you. By now my cock was throbbing for your pussy. I was dying to stuff myself abstruse inside you, having your vagina embrace all the mineral vein in my thick-skulled pecker. I could find a little pre-cum drip onto my tip. But before I slid into you, I had to taste you. I wanted your taste on my lips. I lowered myself down between your peg and pulled your panties to the incline. I was thrilled to see that even on your patronage trip, you kept yourself shaved. It brought a smile to my misrepresented lips, but you did n't want a grinning. You wanted your puss licked. You grabbed the back of my hair, forced my header into your lap, and whispered through the dark, `` sucking my clit, baby. '' Quickly and obediently, I buried my face between your wet thighs, tasting every end right cliff of your sexuality. I loved burying my face between your legs. I knew exactly how you liked your snatch eaten, and I was always bequeath to do it. I sucked slowly but firmly on your clit, while I slid my index and middle fingers into your womanhood, gently stroking your G-spot. You started to tear your hips, and again, I heard those aphrodisiacal groan emerge from your lips. Fuck I missed turing you on. I missed your skin under mine. I missed your mite. And now we both were ready.

I took your panty off, and here we were again, naked and horny in the dark. There was one last thing I needed before we actually fucked. And you knew it also. You grabbed my shaft and sat up a minuscule, guiding me into your mouth. Your lips were wet and your lip was like an oasis in the desert. You took my all in, engulfing me all the way down to my intumesce lump. I was worried I would cum mightily then and there, spilling my jizz down your throat. Now it was time. I rolled you over and put you on your human knee so that your ass was facing me. I grabbed your pelvis and first teased you with my fat tip. You cursed, I chuckled, and then I slid my meat deep inside you. This was the paradise I was missing. It was you, and no one else could ever fill that void. I grabbed your hips and thrust myself in and out of you, enjoying every go stroke. The lunation cast syncope shadows through the screen, and I could see parts of your ass as I rode you. `` You want anal, baby ? ''. I kept my fingers crossed in clobber breath. `` Yeah, baby. I want you to come in my ass. '' The answer I was waiting for. It took about half a secondment for me to pull my wet dick out and bury my brass in your ass. I tongued your asshole, burying my face between your cheeks. As you planted your face in the pillow and disperse your ass with your hands in eager anticipation, I reached into the top draftsman of the nightstand and grabbed some lubricating substance. I coated both of us up, and slide inside your tight ass. I wrapped my coat of arms around you and rolled us both on to our sides. As I stayed buried inside you, I fingered your pussy and rubbed your button, enjoying every last second. We were n't just two citizenry anymore. We were full on lover in hotness. You bucked against my stopcock as my finger's breadth explored the strawman of your body, kissing your neck and moaning in your ears. I was getting ready to cum. I wanted you to feel my hot load burst inside you. I also did n't desire to leave you hanging. Afterall, portion of the fun is coming with your lover. I had to slow my pace and act upon my fingers a little more to get us to come together. I knew it did n't happen often, but tonight was our night.


'' Are you ready, cocker ? ``, I moaned and panted. `` Yeah. Come for me, child. '' Working your clitoris and giving my final few thrusts, I let my big, fat load explosion inside your ass, letting you feel every last creamy drop. And just as planned, you came just a moment after. Quivering in my arms, I could avow I felt your squirt a little bit. I pulled out, feeling satisfied and totally again. I put my hand to my mouthpiece, tasting your cum on my fingers. We were both fag out, but we were together again at last, and you fell asleep in my arms. I fell asleep with an evil grinning on my face, knowing that we would be doing much more of the like tomorrow, while the rainwater poured down and it froze away. I would be one with the cleaning woman I loved .